When It Happens

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I look to the left as he holds the steering wheel and nods along to the music, his fingers drumming to the beat. Regardless of the circumstances that brought us here, he seems calm and in control - so different than he was a half an hour before. Neither one of us said anything. What was there to say anyways? The situation screamed of tension, but I knew this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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